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For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay.
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.

- Emily Dickinson

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Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel
With these dear chains, they don't demean.
The nightingale embushed in laurel,
The sylvan singers' feathered queen,
Does she not bear the same sweet plight?
Near the proud rose's beauty dwelling,
And with her tender anthems thrilling
The dusk of a voluptuous night.

- Alexander Pushkin

You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.

Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I- what I hoped before.

But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!

- Walter Savage Landor

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